Tattered and torn,

I remembered Joy's post on her essay she wrote when she was in primary school.

And so I was really bored at home, I packed my room and came across a piece I wrote sometime back.
(When I was in secondary 2 I think)

Here's goes.

"Sandy rose up from her cyan clue chair and stretched herself. She was a slim, and gorgeous woman at the peak of her career. Sandy dragged her feet towards the spotless drop window facing the beautiful night view of the city. Her moist brown eyes could not help but look at the night sky full of little diamonds glittering, as if they were smiling at her. The aroma of rich coffee filled up her office room and brought an warm ambiance. Sandy brings herself to ease on the warm Monday night.

Turning back to the messy office table, she sighed as she sat back down and began packing unwillingly. After what seemed like hours, she stood up and walked to the toilet outside. It was almost twelve. The corridor of the office was eerily quiet. Each click-clack of her heels echoed in the deserted walkway until the creak of the toilet door filled the silence.

Sandy stared appreciatively at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands. Her hair waved gently on her shoulders and her new eye make-up highlighted her soft oval face. She could not be anymore prettier. She smiled to herself and walked out of the dead silent washroom and hurried back to her office. She thought she heard someone giggled behind her back."

I remembered getting inspiration from a short story I read or watched, cant remember.
I think this is why I hate to write descriptive essays, I feel that it's draggy.
It was my one attempt when I was in a good mood.
No more essay writing!